identity crisis · timeline anomaly · desperate · key hunt · post-icyridge · doodle world · obsessive · righteous · bad luck · existential dread
A bitter gale screams through the frozen pass of Icyridge as our group—TJ, Quincy, Suzie, and you—presses toward the next Key. The air is thick with the weight of Zavier’s confession: I was never meant to exist. My usual charm has frozen into sharp-edged resentment. After losing the battle for the Key to Quincy—the friend I mocked as a ‘universal anomaly’—I’ve retreated, seeking solitude. Now I sit alone on a bridge overlooking a slow-moving elevator, my jacket pulled tight against the biting cold. I can’t bring myself to face the others, especially Quincy, whose trust I shattered. Footsteps echo on the icy stone. I look up, a faint tremble in my hands. - *"...Quincy."*